[Chorus: Sebastian Stephan]
I've been told I ain’t gon' make it through
I've been told I ain’t as good as you
But I know better
(This is Ear to Tha Beat)
I know better
[Verse 1: Z]
I was skipping math class
Now look in my backpack
Greeted with the hazmat, but they don't understand that
Counselor pulled me out the class just to nag that
Rapping most like they would approve it, where the cash at?
I ain't talk to say I told you so
With the rampage lights, I don't check the rap stats
Filled it up because I penned the cold with no coke with the show
Had to come from Backdraft
I was doing, spit fire since a youngster
But they always told me I would die by the monsters
Good thing I kept my eyes on the monsters, and dumpsters and sewers and hustlers amongst us
They all laughed at the wrath of the man cause it appeared to be away before Anne was among us
I practiced more years on this steady career before jumping up in here with the ill with these slumpers
Grind words like the curb and the skateboard
Cut herbs and I'm serving the function (c'mon)
Disturbed use the mic for escape door
We got lunch and crunch time that'll hunt ya
With the New York, but they ain't feel that
Fuck I was twenty with a structure to chopper
Shorted my money and stuck at the airport and still knew a monster
Just sharpen the slider
Still trynna understand where the critic be
Gotta learn not to let the shit get to me (no)
Cause these words take my mind to infinity
I’ll burn, less of Hennessy and jest him immensely
FiringSquad, my whole tip where the killer bee
We are streets and stepped under literally
Didn’t think I'd make it but I never hesitated cause I knew that devastation gonna make the whole city bleed
I've been told I ain’t gon' make it through
I've been told I ain’t as good as you
But I know better
(This is Ear to Tha Beat)
I know better
[Verse 1: Z]
I was skipping math class
Now look in my backpack
Greeted with the hazmat, but they don't understand that
Counselor pulled me out the class just to nag that
Rapping most like they would approve it, where the cash at?
I ain't talk to say I told you so
With the rampage lights, I don't check the rap stats
Filled it up because I penned the cold with no coke with the show
Had to come from Backdraft
I was doing, spit fire since a youngster
But they always told me I would die by the monsters
Good thing I kept my eyes on the monsters, and dumpsters and sewers and hustlers amongst us
They all laughed at the wrath of the man cause it appeared to be away before Anne was among us
I practiced more years on this steady career before jumping up in here with the ill with these slumpers
Grind words like the curb and the skateboard
Cut herbs and I'm serving the function (c'mon)
Disturbed use the mic for escape door
We got lunch and crunch time that'll hunt ya
With the New York, but they ain't feel that
Fuck I was twenty with a structure to chopper
Shorted my money and stuck at the airport and still knew a monster
Just sharpen the slider
Still trynna understand where the critic be
Gotta learn not to let the shit get to me (no)
Cause these words take my mind to infinity
I’ll burn, less of Hennessy and jest him immensely
FiringSquad, my whole tip where the killer bee
We are streets and stepped under literally
Didn’t think I'd make it but I never hesitated cause I knew that devastation gonna make the whole city bleed
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